[ His voice is a little unsteady – he has yet to tell Albedo about how he'd cradled a dead Macha in his arms. A body that was bloodied and split in half. He knows the scent of death all too well.
The torture device floor, however. Yikes. Not even Noé can tell himself that this isn't anything he has to be afraid of. It's horrible. It'd feel more like a bizarre haunted house if it weren't for all the sounds, the smells, the overall atmosphere. ]
I...I don't, either. I...
[ Something is begging to be said. Something that he would rather not talk about, ever. He knows exactly what he wants to say, too, and so he swallows to try and shove it down.
Then, he puts a hand on Albedo's shoulder. It's meant to be reassuring, but it ends up being more of a way to steady himself than anything else. ]
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[ His voice is a little unsteady – he has yet to tell Albedo about how he'd cradled a dead Macha in his arms. A body that was bloodied and split in half. He knows the scent of death all too well.
The torture device floor, however. Yikes. Not even Noé can tell himself that this isn't anything he has to be afraid of. It's horrible. It'd feel more like a bizarre haunted house if it weren't for all the sounds, the smells, the overall atmosphere. ]
I...I don't, either. I...
[ Something is begging to be said. Something that he would rather not talk about, ever. He knows exactly what he wants to say, too, and so he swallows to try and shove it down.
Then, he puts a hand on Albedo's shoulder. It's meant to be reassuring, but it ends up being more of a way to steady himself than anything else. ]